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casspurrjoybell-29 · 5 months

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Forging Ties - Chapter 1 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Hamish considered himself to be in excellent shape but he still felt like he was dying by the time he made his way up the final steps towards the top of The Spire.

When he saw Duran through the glass wall, already out on the balcony lookout, he was tempted to turn around and head straight back down.

He'd been meaning to talk to him at some point but he hadn't had a chance to get his thoughts together yet.

Fuck it, though. He'd come all the way up here.

He headed outside.

Duran looked up as Hamish approached, studied him for a moment and then returned to staring out at the view.

It really was breathtaking from every direction, the ocean sparkling in the morning sunlight on one side and trees that seemed to stretch just as endlessly on the other.

"Did Yore let you in as well?" Hamish asked.

"He didn't tell me you were up here."

Duran shook his head.

"I lied to the guards. I told them I was the glass inspector. They let me in."

A smile quirked Hamish's lips.

"You scare me a little, you know. You're way too good at lying."

"It wasn't hard. They're very stupid. I think they're mostly for show."

"Did you walk all the way up here on your own?"

"Yes."

Duran flicked a glance in Hamish's direction.

"If there's an alternative, I really wish I'd known before I did it."

Hamish shook his head.

"It's just a hell of a climb, that's all. I'm impressed."

"It took me a couple of hours."

It had taken Hamish less than half an hour but in a way it was more impressive for someone who wasn't as physically fit as he was to just keep pushing until they made it.

Last time Hamish had interacted with him, Duran had been flirting with everything he had.

Now he just seemed... well, Hamish wasn't sure but not happy and certainly not flirty.

"Do you know why I joined the military?" Hamish asked. "The human military, I mean, back when I was a teenager."

"Hadn't thought about it."

"Hot men and adventure and it delivered on both of those things. Clearly we all see now that maybe it wasn't the most shining of institutions, but for young me, it was pretty great."

Duran nodded, his gaze fixed out over the ocean as the wind and the sunlight played with his hair and made it sparkle.

He was so fucking effortlessly beautiful.

"Simon was the first man I had sex with. Or well. We were both teenagers at the time. Not even really men. But we were young and horny and both attracted to men, so that's what we did. I thought it was a bit of fun. He thought we were in love. Obviously, he ended up getting hurt."

Duran leant his elbow on the railing, rested his chin in his palm, and looked at Hamish.

"I promise I am not in love with you."

"Well, no, I don't think you are but you've been through a lot and sex was involved in bad ways and that doesn't just go away. It doesn't just stop mattering because it's inconvenient to have feelings about it, right?"

Duran shrugged and looked away again.

"You deserve someone who can take that seriously. Someone who doesn't just have sex for fun. Someone who can help you work through whatever you need to work through in whatever way you need to do that. Not some idiot who goes wherever his dick leads him."

"Well, I'm glad you're the expert on what I need. Thank you for informing me."

"Duran, come on..."

Duran shot him a withering glare.

"You don't have to have sex with me, Hamish. I'm not trying to guilt you into it because that would be fucked up. Everyone thinks they know so much about me. What's good for me, what's bad for me, what I need. They don't. They don't know anything."

"Okay," Hamish said.

"I made things work with my master, you know. Before everything went wrong, anyway. That's what nobody will ever understand. That I had sex with him and I enjoyed it. I don't think slavery is right, I don't think he's a good person but I might never stop thinking about those early days with him when I touch myself and I'm not ashamed of it."

"I thought Companions weren't supposed to masturbate?"

Duran let out a huff of laughter.

"If you're alone in a room and you can make all the evidence disappear immediately, who would ever know? Fanner and Danya hid secret magic. Trust me, I managed to hide my masturbation just fine."

"What do you want?" Hamish asked. "I mean, like. Generally. Not necessarily specifically from me."

"Maybe just the same thing as you did. Hot men and adventure. Sounds like a good combination."

"Adventure?"

"Kit showed us some of their memories. Some of the places they travelled. Frozen mountains, endless fields of flowers, turtles so big you could ride on their backs. I thought maybe I'd be able to see some of those things if I came up here but it's just trees and ocean."

"Still pretty, though."

"You want to travel, then? See some more things?"

"I wanted to find Cookie and ask Kit to take me with them when they leave but I know I can't. I need someone to keep me balanced, so I can't do anything on my own. Can't even be too aloof and sulk about it on my own for too long because I'll start to get out of balance after a few days."

Hamish shuffled along the railing until their elbows were almost touching.

"Does this help?"

"It'll buy me some more sulking time."

"You have options, don't you? There are a lot of mages, and any one of them could keep you balanced."

"Feels kind of insensitive to ask if anyone wants to go off on an adventure with me when they're all busy talking about rebuilding their homes, you know?"

"It's not the best time for it, I guess."

"Yup," Duran said. "But I've seen enough of the inside of Cookie's head to know that she's not coming back any time soon after she leaves."

"Ah."

"It is what it is. I know other people are going through way worse right now. I didn't come all the way up here because I'm looking for sympathy."

Hamish wrapped an arm around Duran's shoulders.

"Well, maybe sympathy found you anyway, huh?"

The walk down from the top of The Spire was just as long as the walk up, if somewhat less painful.

It was also slower because Hamish was walking with Duran and the mage was in no hurry.

Hamish had never been attracted to Danya, Cailan or Fanner but he was attracted to Lucas.

He hadn't been attracted to Duran when he'd been all flirty and desperate but he was becoming hotter with every unimpressed glance he flicked in Hamish's direction.

The attitude shift changed his appearance from overly pretty to something that was almost regal.

Hamish wanted to shove him into an alcove and choke on his dick.

But he didn't because the walls were made of glass and also maybe because he still wasn't sure no drama would come from that decision.

He really did hate hurting people.

He made a lot of jokes and didn't like to take anything too seriously but Simon had been heartbroken back when they were teenagers and he'd found out that Hamish wasn't his boyfriend.

It was such a deep, personal way to hurt someone.

Apparently, anyway.

Hamish loved the act of sex, the physical intimacy and the pleasure it brought him, the power it gave him over another person's body and theirs over his but he didn't see why that should mean that he was bound to the person he had it with in some way.

He saw no reason to limit that experience to just a single other person.

Maybe someday he'd find love and finally understand it all but he didn't think so.

Honestly, he hoped not.

He liked things just fine how they were.

"Well, thank you for the free energy," Duran said once they'd finally reached the base of The Spire.

"I'm going to invest it in some more sulking time."

"I won't judge you if you want to come and complain at me about things, you know," Hamish said. "I know I made this whole thing about not wanting to have sex with you because of potential drama but it's not because I don't care about other people's feelings. I'll still listen if you need someone to talk to."

"Hmm," Duran said. "Tempting but I think I'm just going to go and cry into the ocean or something."

"Well, whatever makes you happy but the offer stands."

"Hmm, well, let me know when you have a better one," Duran said before walking past Hamish out the front of The Spire.

'What a sexy little asshole.'

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moved2usagiiboo · 3 years

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Daydreaming

Def; Daydreaming is the stream of consciousness that detaches from current, external tasks when attention drifts to a more personal and internal direction.

Synonyms; Trance, fantasy, Hallucination

Chifuyu x fem!reader

Minors DNI, thank you.

You were stunning, enticing, gorgeous. You were a angel sent down from heaven with the job of blessing young men's hearts. You shined bright like the rays on a sunny day.

You were his everything and yet you weren't his. As a matter of fact, he barely knew anything about you but you have him wrapped around your delicate finger. He was whipped.

Chifuyu met you one day, when he had been tasked with a mid-day coffee run for him and his co-worker. He walked into the café, the smell of coffee and pastries engulfed his noise, it was a small cat café not too far from where he worked. Nothing more than a five minute walk, Chifuyu heard cats meow and purred as they rubbed against his pants.

He bent down rubbing the head of the nearest cat to him, he lifted the cat up cradling it as he walked towards the menu.

"Hi! Welcome to Neko-Sama, what can I get for you today." You beamed at him from behind the counter with the softest smile. Your voice rung in his ears like a soft melody, your smile made heat rush to his face in an instant.

You had your hair in pigtails with pink and white cat ears, and a frilly maid costume draped over your body. You shuffled your body feeling Chifuyu's eyes look you up and down eyeing your attire.

You were adorable.

You stared at the man with cat like eyes, you catched your eyes with his before turning away and giving an awkward cough to clear the air.

"Wow, Tuba doesn't really like anybody..." You drifted off, "Much less let people hold her, you must be a great guy!"

"Tuba?" He questioned earning a small meow from the ginger cat that was in his arms nuzzling his head on his arm. "O-Oh! Well, I do work with animals, that's probably why." He chuckles softly petting the cat.

"That's amazing, I got this job here to work with animals. I adore cats, they're just so cute." You practically squealed, "Sorry! M'rambling" You looked down with a slight your ears slightly red from embarrassment.

The only thing that ran through Chifuyu's head was how adorable you were. Would it be weird if he asked for your number? You both just met, but he can't help but want to know more about you.

"N-No, no, not at all. Honestly, I thought it was cute..." He says the last part ever so softly, tightening his grip on the cat due to nervousness. The cat bites Chifuyu's hand in response jumping out of his arms, "Oh.. Guess I pissed him off." You both laughed at the cat as you watched him lick himself in spite.

For a split second you both lock eyes, you turn your head down to the iPad on the counter before beaming a smile at him.

"So! What can I get for you today?"

Ever since then Chifuyu has found reasons to make his way to the café. His co-worker caught onto him leaving work to bring back coffee and various snacks, one day he asked him about it.

"I like the coffee." He plainly replied, he would repeat this phrase over and over not only to those who asked about his constant ventures to the café but to convince himself that it wasn't because he wanted to hear your voice and see your face.

Totally not because he hopes that his constant visits would bring upon something. Something more than small talk as you prepared his drink, he convinced himself that he didn't want to be the reason you smile everyday.

You weren't running through his mind, he couldn't be in love with a girl be barely knows.

But the way you blush when he gives you small compliments, it's just too cute to ignore.

Over the course of a few months you and the man got closer, you learn his name and he yours. You were both around the same age, 23, you still being in college working towards your degree and him owning a animal shop.

One day, on a cold winter evening Chifuyu found himself at the café once again. So far he has been to Neko-Sama almost everyday. Naturally, being the animal person he is, he has created a bond with the cats there. Especially Tuna.

Tuna meows the loudest whenever Chifuyu is in the establishment, that's when you begin to prepare his drink. His order changes with the season, as any good barista does, you remember his orders for each season.

Being that it's winter you prepare his drink, a medium peppermint hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. You found it cute how a grown man would order such a cute drink.

"Good evening Chifuyu-san." You smiled placing his drink at his regular table. He takes off his coat setting it down on the seat next to him.

"I told you to drop the formalities, we're the same age Y/n." He sighs, softly thanking you for preparing his drink. He blows the steam away before taking a sip.

"I can't help it, you just seem so much older " You giggle before sitting next to him on the booth couch.

"Should I call you Fuyu' from now on?" You tapped your chin with a hum pretending to think.

"Do what you want, dummy Y/n." He mutters, hoping you're unaware of the burn on the tip of his ears.

Tuna jumped his way onto the seat laying on Chifuyu's coat, his purrs nothing more than a background sound as you and Chifuyu indulge in a conversation.

"And look at this, the new cat is so playful," Chifuyu chuckles pulling his phone out, "Look, she basically destroyed this toy we gave her." He shows you pictures of the cat along with the aftermath of her playtime. You giggle as he swiped through his phone.

This wasn't your fault. You could barely see the screen because of the glare from the lights, you shift your body closer to him. Chifuyu freezes as he feels your clothed breasts push up against him as you stare at his screen unaware of your actions.

"You okay?" You ask staring at his face, cupping it with your hands. His whole body locked up at your touch, his face was bright red with sweat heading down the side of his temple. "You're burning up!" You half screen putting the back of your hand on his forehead, "Are you sick?" You frantically ask while gripping the man's face.

"M'fine.. Just" He trails off, looking at your glistening lips, "Dizzy...."

"Fuyu, you idiot. You need to go home when you don't feel well..." You sighed, "Come on let me walk you home, my shift is over anyways."

Chifuyu waited outside feeling dizzy off of your touch, his head throbbed and his heart pounded. Maybe he was sick.

"Sorry it took so long, Tuna didn't want to go in his cage..." You sigh locking up, you looked at Chifuyu and worry spread across your face. Chifuyu's chest heaved up and down heavily, he looked out of breath as if he ran a marathon.

You quickly take off your scarf and wrapped it around his neck, he softly gasped at the sudden action.

"Let's get you home, yeah?" You lock arms with him and following him as he walked to his apartment. You missed the way his face got brighter as he smelt your scent on the scarf. You said your goodbyes telling him to take medicine and get a good night's rest.

He kicked off his shoes and stripped down on his way to the shower feeling lightheaded, after his shower he took his medicine like you told him to, he wasted no time getting into his bed not before grabbing your scarf and wrapping it around his neck. He ignored the cries of his cat as he tried to drift off to sleep trying to forget the throbbing pain in his head.

ミ❣️That night he couldn't sleep, maybe it was the throbbing pain in his head or the nauseous feeling he'd get everytime he would shift his body.

ミ❣️Or possible it was the fact that everytime he closed his eyes he saw you, your smile, heard your voice, felt your touch.

ミ❣️Your hands were soft, oh so plush.

ミ❣️And your lips, the way they glistened due to the lip gloss you would constantly put on for worry your lips would dry out.

ミ❣️He couldn't forget your whines and pouts when he would call you, "dummy y/n" a nickname you acquired after spraining your ankle slipping while trying to give Tuna a bath.

ミ❣️The way you would stick out your bottom lip, your eyes would shine as if you were about to cry when he had to leave early...

ミ❣️You were adorable, his perfect little angel.

ミ❣️He drifts off daydreaming about every aspect of you that he loves, its a innocent little crush.

ミ❣️He begins to drift off about the way you dress, those pink cat ears that jingle everytime you move. That slutty maid costume that barely covered your ass. Those adorable stripped thigh highs that covered your thighs, pushing up the fat to the uncovered part of your upper thighs.

ミ❣️He nuzzled his flushed face into the scarf engulfing his nose in your sweet scent. It smelt like the fragrance you would constantly wear...

ミ❣️What was it again?

ミ❣️Fuck, he can't think straight trying to remember the name of your perfume makes his head hurt.

ミ❣️But thinking about how you would bend down he would get a full view of your plush cheeks made his cock hurt.

ミ❣️The way you would shake and sway your hips with each step you took.

ミ❣️He isn't in the right headspace, his mind has drifted away from his body. He's long gone, he lost all control of his actions.

ミ❣️Chifuyu is needy, the thoughts go right to his cock. His length twitched with every memory of you.

ミ❣️When did he pull his pants down to his knees?

ミ❣️When did his breath become broken and eratic?

ミ❣️He doesn't know how he ended feeling his dick through his underwear, how he began to fist his dick, all curled up in a ball, trying to release.

ミ❣️His other hand pulling the scarf closer to his nose to take deep inhales.

ミ❣️Chifuyu's voice becomes audible as soft groans leave his mouth.

ミ❣️Nothing more than pre-cum dripped from the tip of his angry cock as he aggressively jerked his hand up and down the length of his shaft, gripping it harder trying to get friction.

ミ❣️He just needed to cum.

ミ❣️It wasn't working. He spat in his hand, rolling into his back. He pr sses his thumb onto his tip. He hissed in pain as a electric jolt shot through his body.

ミ❣️His proud cock standing tall as he moved his hand up and down while simultaneously slightly thrusting his hips upwards. He clicked his tongue in annoyance when it just.. wasn't working.

It wasnt you

ミ❣️Chifuyu pulled his pillow from his head, shifting his position once more, laying back on his side, putting his cock onto the surface of the pillow. He slowly humped his pillow, grinding his dick into the pillow.

ミ❣️He found himself wondering what you were doing right now, if at night you played with yourself.

ミ❣️No, no, not that. He wondered how well you would take him, if you'd scream his name, begging him to go faster, calling him all sorts of names,

ミ❣️Daddy

ミ❣️Master

ミ❣️ They would sound so pretty coming out of your mouth

ミ❣️As he claimed your pussy as his spraying your insides with his cum.

ミ❣️Nah, you were too innocent for that... You were the type of girl to blush when somebody accidentally touches your hand of gives you a compliment.

ミ❣️If anything you would fail to understand why your core was heating up, desperate to feel something inside you but not understanding the meaning.

ミ❣️That's it, you'd come to him crying asking for him to help you feel better.

ミ❣️He groaned at the thought of him placing his hand around your throat while tongue fucking your mouth. You would struggle to kiss back as he roughly explored your mouth with his tongue. Your knees would buckle from the pleasure. He would pick you up, holding the back of your knees, gently grinding his hard cock against your sex.

ミ❣️He would treat you like a princess.

ミ❣️Laying on your back as you hurried to take your soaking panties off, your slick juices leaving a single string that was attached to your panties, proof that you were wetting your undergarments like a dirty slut.

ミ❣️Your face would be red as you shamelessly tell him in the softest tone.

ミ❣️"Want you so bad Fuyu'"

ミ❣️Fuck, his thrusts became more erratic, his knuckles turning white from his tight grip on his pillow.

ミ❣️Yeah, you'd call him by his nickname as you begged him to claim you, ruin you.

ミ❣️He imagine him sinking his fingers, he'd start with one not wanting to hurt you. Your tight untouched cunt tightly squeezing his finger. You would already be a moaning mess, Fuyu was talking all your firsts.

ミ❣️Your slightly loosened sex would take in another finger. You would try your best to muffle your slutty moans as he fingers your soaking pussy. You'd cover your mouth with your hand as his finger curled inside of you hitting that spot that made your toes curl and eyes widen.

ミ❣️You'd moan his name, begging him to stop. It felt weird, felt too good, something was coming.

ミ❣️He'd give you your first orgasm with his fingers, you had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, your face was red. You were already so fucked out on his fingers.

ミ❣️He felt his cock twitch with these thoughts. He mindlessly began to fuck his pillow into the mattress, his body now on top of the pillow as he grinded on top of the pillow.

ミ❣️He'd have you suck on his fingers tasting yourself as he began to eat you out. His tongue slipping in and out of your slit, naughty slurping sounds emitted from the room as he throat fucked you with his digits that were once in your pussy. His nose would occasionally hit your lip causing you to arch your back pushing his tongue deeper inside you.

ミ❣️You love being eaten out huh? Love it when daddy fucks you with his tongue. Such a dirty little thing.

ミ❣️All the dirty things he could think of seeps from his mouth, while eating you out. He'd bring you to another orgasm with ease.

ミ❣️"Y/n, fuck, m'gonna cum" Chifuyu grunted out in a out of breath voice, he felt his cock spurt out his cum into his pillow, yet he wasn't satisfied.

ミ❣️He leaned back onto his shins, his knees pressing into the bed as he lifted the pillow up, slipping his cock into the pillow cover.

ミ❣️He wasn't done yet, your pussy would be twitching, eager to take his cock. You eyes would be begging him to fuck you into the mattress.

ミ❣️"Gonna fuck my princess dumb." He muttered out to nobody as he thrusted upwards into the pillow. His thrusts were shameless and aggressive as he pounded his pillow like a dog in heat.

ミ❣️His moans were loud as he muttered filthy things about you.

ミ❣️He would slip his cock into you, kissing away the tears from your eyes.

ミ❣️His cock was just too big, his dumb baby couldn't take it. The stretch hurt. Daddy made it fit though. Daddy will make you feel so good. Pretty girl.

ミ❣️He'd let you adjust waiting for you to give him the okay, he would start of slow, giving you small thrusts to get you used to the size of him. Deep passionate thrusts that said how much he loved you.

ミ❣️You would have the most beautiful moans and whines, he could listen to them all day. He would kiss you and your body till it bruised.

ミ❣️You'd beg him to fuck you, he would do just that. Slamming his hips into yours causing you to scream out his nickname, one of his hands would be on your thigh squeezing it oh so tight getting a good grip for when he pulls his cock out and slams your bodies into each other, fucking you senseless. While the other kept your mouth busy, occasionally taking his fingers out of your mouth to kiss you deeply bruising your lips with his.

He'd watch your every expression.

ミ❣️"Your pussy was made for me, look how well you're taking it. Doing so good"

ミ❣️Your eyes would cross as your tongue rolled out, you'd pants and beg for him to slow down. You didn't really want that, no, not when he was making you feel this good. The way you would arch your back, grind your hips into his, wrap your arms around his neck and grip his hair as you moaned louder with each thrust told him everything he needed to know.

ミ❣️You wanted more, you're greedy aren't you?

ミ❣️"My pretty little cocksleeve"

ミ❣️Chifuyu felt himself getting closer to his high, but he wanted to cum with you.

ミ❣️No, you weren't here.

ミ❣️His hand would make it to your clit giving it a soft slap before his thumb rubbed it in circles. You'd start cursing because of how good it felt. Telling him you wanted more, how you were about to cum, how much you wanted him to cum in you.

ミ❣️You would adore it, he knows it. You'd be such a cum hungry slut for him, no matter when or where you'd want him to cum in your tight pussy.

ミ❣️"Fuck, fuck— so good, Y/n— yer' pussy so good" Chifuyu cursed out as he imagined you creaming his cock the same time as he slammed his dick in you once more before spraying your insides white with his cum. Your body would shake as you had your final orgasm feeling so full.

ミ❣️"Fuck... Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck!" Chifuyu cursed out realizing what he just did, he felt a wave of guilt as he felt his dick go limp after fucking his pillow to the thought of you like a madman.

ミ❣️He rushed into the shower, almost falling off his bed in a panic mode. He tried to wash it off, tried to wash off the sin of moaning your name while he fucked his pillow like some highschool horn dog.

ミ❣️He hoped you'd forgive him, he prayed you would.. You couldn't ever find out what he did, you'd label him as a pervert.

ミ❣️Maybe he was one.

ミ❣️He couldn't look himself in the mirror, too ashamed to face himself.

ミ❣️Chifuyu threw the pillow away before curling back in bed chanting soft apologies to nobody. He'd wrap his body in his blanket nuzzling his face back into your scarf as he drifting off final able to sleep.

ミ❣️The next morning you didn't understand why Chifuyu refused to make eye contact with you...

It was supposed to be a short drabble.... 500 works max 🤧🔫 anywaysssss

@baji-kuns hope you liked it 🙄 #Chifuyu'sAHoe

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inglourious-imagines · 3 years

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Piece Of Cake (Fred Weasley)

Summary: Fred claims that asking a girl out to the Yulle ball is a piece of cake. Harry and Ron dare him to prove it.

Prompts: fluff list: 2 - "I don't care, just hold me." & angst list: "Try to see things in my point of view." & miscellaneous list: 4 - "My mum thinks I'm dating you." (changed a bit)

Warning: angst at the beginning, some swear words, fluff at the end

Author's Note: This is for @lunalovecroft 's 1K writing challenge! Probably it was meant to be the other way around, but that idea suddenly strucked me and I decided to give it a go. Happy reading ♡

HP Taglist: @alienoresimagines @95swifi

"You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have." - F.S. Fitzgerald

All the Yulle Ball decoration were making Y/N beyond sick, every ribbon reminding her that she still did not have a date to accompany her throughout the approaching evening. Molly Weasley was so kind to send her as a gift the most beautiful dress Y/N had ever seen in her life and now she was genuinely thinking about not going to the ball at all.

When she threw herself at the bench in the Great Hall right next to her best friend Hermione who was sitting way too far from Ron, Harry and the twins were seated. Y/N knew about the brightest witch's secret crush on the young Weasley that was slowly but surely growing into something more than just a simple crush. She'd even swear that Ron felt exactly the same about Hermione but she had to promise not to get involved or play a cupid.

"He didn't ask, did he." Y/N dared to speak up first, glancing from Hermione's sad expression on her face to absolutely oblivious Ronald just a few metres away from them who seemed to be stuffing as much food as possible into his mouth as fast as he could.

Y/N's eyes wandered from one Weasley to another, much taller one, who's smile was so contagious that she found herself grinning like an idiot for no particular reason.

"What do you think, Y/N." Hermione sighed bringing her back from her daydreaming, "guess he's not the only one who didn't ask, right?"

Y/N looked at her friend again, simply nodded as she wasn't able to react in any other way. As much as she tried not to, she felt a bit disappointed when the only person she wanted to go to the Yulle ball with, hasn't asked her.

"They've been bickering for the past 15 minutes whether asking a girl out is easy or not." Hermione stated, clearly upset with the whole situation.

"Are you serious, 'Mione? What are their points of view?"

"Well, Harry and Ron are obviously struggling to even compliment a girl in the right way but Fred reckons there's nothing easier."

The girls look at each other and burst out laughing in the next second. "Like he'd know how to ask." Y/N managed to get out of her through her laughter, "however, I must agree with Harry and Ron. They're the most oblivious idiots."

"Tell me about it." Hermione giggled but a trace of hurt flew over her face and Y/N suddenly felt really sorry for her dear friend.

"Hey Y/N!" Fred shouted out of the blue, his clear voice echoed through the Great Hall causing other students to perk up their heads in order to find out what possibly he has in mind now.

Y/N threw a look full of question marks to Hermione before turning her head to the tall red-head. "Yes?"

The moment his typical mischievous grin appeared on his face Y/N knew that something either funny and unpleasant to her or something embarrassing is about to happen.

"Will you..." Fred kept on talking as loudly as possible while wildly gesturing with his arms - apparently pretending to dance, "go to the ball..." now he was just pointing at her and him, "with me?"

Y/N's whole face turned brightly red, her nervous eyes wandering from student to student with such awaiting and amused expressions on their faces. Her heartbeat fastened in the matter of seconds that it seemed like it might jump out of her chest. Y/N looked at Hermione for help with such desperation hidden behind her gaze but her friend just simply shrugged, absolutely shocked with the sudden question, just like Y/N was.

A few seconds passed and Y/N was still sitting at her spot totally speechless. She imagined many times how Fred would ask her to the ball but never in a million years did she think it'd be like this - shouting at her in front of the whole Great Hall with absolutely no sign of sincerity or romance; to her it seemed like some sort of a bet to prove his point.

Their eyes for a moment and Y/N realized that Fred was convinced that she's going to accept his offer, confidence was basically radiating off of him. She knew he's not bragging, Fred was one of the kindest people she'd ever met but sometimes, sometimes he just wasn't able to estimate the situation.

Anger was slowly bottling up in her as she quickly stood up grabbing all her books. As much as it hurt her to say it, Y/N was still able to straighten up looking directly into his eyes. "Sorry, Weasley, not interested. But thanks for the offer, I feel flattered." The sarcasm in her voice was more than obvious.

Y/N winked at Hermione, rightly feeling satisfied with her as she heard a few laughs from many students when she walked out of the Great Hall leaving absolutely speechless and embarrassed Fred Weasley.

•••

Y/N rushed into her dormitory, not wanting to deal with anybody at the moment as the anger was slowly transforming into hurt. This wasn't what she imagined.

She threw herself at her bed; her books were casted off on the ground, papers flying all over the place.

"Y/N! Wait!" a muffled voice of the too familiar Weasley filled her ears and before she knew it, Fred was standing in the middle of her dormitory with flushed cheeks due to the long run, doors slammed shut behind him.

"Let me explain." he almost begged taking a few steps towards her. She quickly got on her feet as she shook with her head couple of times. "Please, no. I don't care if your intentions were the noblest, but it happened and that's it."

"If you could just let me talk."

But Y/N didn't see the regret in Fred's eyes, or how his hands trembled a little bit, she was way too furious to notice all these things.

"Try to see things from my point of view, Weasley! You basically shouted at me in front of the whole school if I want to go to the ball with you! I understand that you just wanted to prove something to Ron and Harry but this is not a game for me."

Every single word that left her mouth went straight to Fred's heart. He never in a million years intended to hurt Y/N, he'd rather suffer himself than have something happen to her. But he was scared, Fred felt truly terrified of asking her out and when the boys confronted him about it, he panicked. He didn't have an idea why he reacted that way. The pounding heart, sweaty palms, the hotness in his cheeks - all this was new to Fred Weasley and he wasn't sure what do to with his stormy emotions.

"I'm real sorry, Y/N. I didn't want to offend you but that doesn't mean I don't stand behind what I said earlier." he tried to ease the tense in the small room, his lips even formed into a cute little innocet smile.

"I don't know, Weasley. I simply think-"

"Let me make it up to you! The ball's tomorrow, just say yes."

Then they were there - Fred's puppy eyes that no matter how serious the problem was, Y/N wasn't able to bring herself to say no. She knew he's very well aware of that fact, he somehow managed to melt her heart.

"Fine. I'll go to the Yulle ball with you, Weasley. Don't make me regret it."

"I can certainly promise you that, Y/L/N."

•••

Y/N was nervously pacing in her new white dress that she got from Mrs. Weasley while Hermione was watching her with an amused expression.

"You know, this isn't funny." she frowned but a part of her was telling her how unreasonably ridiculous she is.

"Actually it is," her best friend couldn't held back the laughter, "you'll be fine. I bet he's even more nervous than you are."

"Hermione! His mum thinks I'm bloody dating him!"

"That's just so perfect. Maybe you will be after tonight."

Their eyes met for a moment and then, as if their minds were connected, the girls started giggling like some 13-year-olds. Y/N finally relaxed a bit, just like Hermione did, as they both promised themselves to look after each other during the evening.

"So what do you think?" Y/N winked at her friend, "shall we?"

"Absolutely."

•••

The duo walked together down the stairs leading to the dance hall, side by side, both of them smiling widely. Y/N found Fred's tall figure right away as he was nervously pacing back and forth mumbling something under his breath while George watched him amused. Just like Hermione watched her a couple minutes ago. God, how similar they could be.

"Well done, brother dear. Fucking well done." George whispered into his twin's ear tapping his shoulder. Fred's gaze immediately landed on approaching Y/N making him stop in his tracks. George just smirked and left with his own date to give them some privacy.

Fred was closely watching her every step, how elegantly she carried herself through the room, the beautiful white dress flew around her making her look like an angel descending from the sky.

"Blimey, I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful like you." Fred breathed out, his eyes roaming all over her body.

"You don't look too bad as well, Weasley." Y/N blushed at his compliment as she sent him one nervous smile. The truth was, he looked way more better than just 'not bad' and she had to remind herself not to stare at him too much. He pulled her into his side, his scent and warmth immediately embracing her, and she found herself falling for this dangerously good looking red-head.

"Everybody's turning their heads after you. I swear I even saw a smile on Snape's face." Fred pointed out, his voice filled with obvious jealousy as his grip on her waist tightened.

"I don't care, just hold me, Fred." Y/N gave him a reassuring smile taking his hand in his, "just hold me."

"I never wanted anything more."

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ruewrites · 3 years

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May I suggest a oneshot of the fantastic three (Dia, Luci, and Barbs) hanging out together but instead of being all StRIcKTlY PrOFeSSioNaL it turns out that they're just absolute idiots together? I know that isn't super specific but I just really love the idea of those three doing dumb stuff as friends and enjoying themselves. Also I think the excuses they'd have to make to avoid getting caught would be hysterical.

(Also mostly platonic if that's alright with you, if I'm breakingany rules feel free to ignore)

All Play, No Work

AO3

Ships: None

Word Count: 1043

Warnings: None

A/N: I hope you liked this! I had a fun time doing it, sorry it took me so long! And don’t worry, you didn’t break any rules! Thank you for being so kind!

“Excellent shot my Lord,” Barbatos smiled as the small piece of paper flew between his fingers.

Diavolo was grinning from ear to ear as he started to make another one out of a piece of notepaper. Truthfully, Lucifer wasn’t sure why he thought they’d get any work done. Perhaps he believed that his efforts combined with that of Barbatos would help keep Diavolo on task, and that all three of them would be able to have a productive time. However, Lucifer was quickly realizing that this wouldn’t be the case.

“Maybe you could move the goal a little to the right Barbatos? That way I can really test my aim,” Diavolo said. He closed one of his eyes and started lining up the paper triangle for his shot. Barbatos nodded and moved his fingers ever so slightly to the right.

Lucifer sighed and put down his pen, watching as the folded piece of paper flew towards the goal. It was short, just like his patience.

The firstborn closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Lord Diavolo, perhaps this little activity of yours would be best saved for later? After you have finished your work?” It wasn’t a question despite being phrased as such. Diavolo wasn’t one of his brothers, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t chastise him like one of them.

Diavolo laughed and went back to folding yet another paper triangle, “You should really learn to relax a bit. This could count as work you know, the humans taught me how to play. I find it rather entertaining and a great way to learn about them.”

The triangle hit Lucifer square on the nose, making him scrunch up. He swore he heard Barbatos snort, but there wasn’t a way to prove it. He made a mental note to hunt down both Solomon and the other human after his work was completed. Picking up the little paper triangle, he raised it until he was at eye level with it. It didn’t unfold easily. Honestly, humans were such odd creatures amused by the simplest of things. It astounded him sometimes, the things their own human had been drawn too. Lucifer wondered if he’d ever understand any or it, or if it would simply remain a mystery to him forever. His brothers also often became enamoured by human things often, and Lucifer tried to understand, he really did, but the meaning escaped him frequently.

Yet it didn’t make sense for such to be the case, because on the surface it was all so…

Simple.

Diavolo’s smile started to falter so slightly as he watched Lucifer stare at the little paper triangle. “Come now Lucifer,” he huffed, “Paperwork will always be here! Humans come up with such fascinating little games to entertain themselves with! Surely playing one or two couldn’t hurt, besides we may miss one if we’re late on experiencing another-”

He was cut short as the paper hit his chest and then landed on his desk.

“Ah, so I suppose I haven’t lost my aim,” Lucifer chuckled, “One game, then we get back to work.”

**********

With some begging and pestering, one round quickly became two, and then three, and then another game entirely. Lucifer would tell anyone who asked that he’d been annoyed and that he wanted to do nothing more than to get back to his work, but in reality he was having a rather fun time. He didn’t even remember when they broke the demonus out, he just knew that he had a refilled glass in his hand as he was being dragged along in Diavolo’s fun. He wasn’t drunk per say, only the slightest bit tipsy.

Currently, a little red balloon was being passed from one demon to the other.

“The last time Solomon wanted to cook with me, I gave him clay and told him it was dough, when he discovered my rouse, I apologized and said I made a mistake and that he could help next time,” Barbatos sighed, using his tail to smack the balloon towards Lucifer.

“But of course you didn’t mean that.”

“Oh heavens no. I wouldn’t willingly let him into my kitchen, not even if he twisted our pact in order to get his way.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh? He does have a passion for it,” Diavolo’s brow furrowed as he pushed the balloon back.

“My Lord, with all due respect-”

Lucifer cut in, “His monstrosities could take out all three realms with little trouble. I’m not exaggerating.”

Diavolo caught the balloon and walked closer to Lucifer, “While that may be true, it wouldn’t hurt you to be a little kinder to the exchange students no?”

Before Lucifer could question anything, Diavolo furiously runned the balloon onto his head, leaving the firstborn looking rather bewildered. This time Barbatos didn’t snort. A laugh escaped him before he managed to cover his mouth. It took a while for Lucifer to even notice that Diavolo no longer had the balloon in his hands.

“Oh Lucifer! Look at you! You know you just look so adorable like that!” Diavolo’s boisterous laughter filled the room.

“I do say, I have to agree with you young Master.”

Lucifer closed his eyes for a moment before reaching up between his horns. Oh this. This was a thing human children did to amuse themselves right? It shouldn’t surprise him that It amused Diavolo too, many things amused him.

Before Lucifer could even utter his next words, the door opened.

“Hey Lucifer? You here? I was wondering if I could… borrow… some…”

Mammon and Lucifer locked eyes for a moment. Raven black hair a mess, small paper triangles all over the floor, and a mountain of paperwork surrounding them. The air between the two brothers was tense, and neither one dared to move a muscle.

Mammon’s eyes wandered up to the balloon sitting atop his brother's head before slowly lifting his phone.

Click.

There was only a brief pause before Mammon took off down the hallway, Lucifer hot on his heels yelling all sorts of obscene threats towards his cackling brother.

“Ah, well that was nice while it lasted,” Diavolo sighed, “You did get a picture of him though, didn’t you Barbatos?”

“Of course my Lord.”

“Excellent.”

#request #bravefire #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #humor #fluff #comedy #the fantastic three #ruewrites

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━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu most of the time. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

Now what will happen if fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment?

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ONE ━━ THE TWIN BROTHER’S DECISION

"SO THAT'S THE TEA?"

You nodded dejectedly and raised the Tuna Mayo Onigiri in the direction of your mouth. You bit into the delicious rice snack, humming in delight as the saucy and sweet flavors of tuna cheered you up just for a slight bit. "They said that a girl my age shouldn't be living with her parents and should finally get a guy instead of drawing an imaginary one. You know that they're old school, Mai." You said, mouth full of rice bits and tuna.

The female ran her fingers through her short bright red hair. "Well, you are 25 now, and you haven't got a boyfriend since middle school," She propped her elbow on top of the round wooden table, resting her chin on her palm. "But they should've told you beforehand, right? How are you supposed to look for a residence in a short span of time?" She asked and watched you devour the onigiri meal with such ease. Her black-colored eyes held an uncertain expression as Mai was concerned for her colleague and friend.

After hearing the unfortunate news directly from your loving parents, your mind had to process the sudden information for two solid minutes. The first person you thought of to call is your closest friend, Mai, your roommate back at art school and a mangaka in the shounen industry. Although the two genres have completely different backgrounds, you two are stuck together like peas in a pod through the grace and glory of fawning over 2d men.

Ain't that great?

"They said I could stay back for two weeks until I could find a place to move in. I still have nine days to move out. And as for the residence part..."

You rummaged through the leather bag slung over your shoulder and took out a creased brochure of a newly built apartment based in the heart of east Osaka with its breathtaking cherry blossom conifers and pious shrines. The leaflet's minimalistic design delineated the idiosyncratic architectural structure of the tall building on the front page. Anybody could tell that this jointly owned establishment may settle for tenants with stable incomes.

For someone who changed the BL archives with her plot-driven works, Y/N could provide the fees to rent a homey room on the clabber-plastered apartment complex.

Mai shifted on her seat and studied the brochure on the table with interest— crossing her legs and leaning her torso forward to get a full view of the given pamphlet. "The building does seem promising. You could even check out your works in the Manga Shops at the city." She remarked as her eyes skimmed through the brochure, taking note of the facilities and rooms for the future tenants.

"Right? I already checked the place out yesterday, and coincidentally, the studio office is close by," The H/C-haired female pushed back the tiny strands of baby hair tickling her forehead as it was annoying her smooth skin. "They even allow pets. The apartment buildings I visited mostly don't allow pets, and the others who do, they have weird-ass tenants whom I don't really wanna be neighbors with." She ended, scratching the back of her neck.

"Soooooo, that's the apartment you're planning to move in."

You nodded your head, "I prepared the papers and told my parents about it. Maybe you can help me move my things out?" You suggested to your friend as your leg overlapped with the other, biting into another piece of onigiri from the porcelain plate.

Tilting her head to the side, Mai let out a light scoff from the BL mangaka's proposition as she gestured her hand downwards. "I'm offended, Y/N! Of course, I'll help you." She expressed her whimsical disbelief through her words. "I thought we were best of friends." The young lady teased.

"After all those collab fan arts of the Akatsuki, why wouldn't we be at this point?" You joked; however, the shinobi anime reference wasn't technically a gag as you both had a history of fangirling over the smexy criminal organization— even if you both had a peculiar taste in men. "By the way, why did you choose this place? Isn't this sort of far away from your workplace?" You questioned the red-haired female, a bit curious on why she decided to meet up with you in this Onigiri Restaurant.

Mai's lips turned up into a smirk as she motioned her finger for you to move closer. "My assistants and I decided to eat here after a hard day's work. By the time we were all seated, our eyes got blessed when the restaurant's owner catered to our table!" She whispered with excitement dipped on her tongue.

"Oh boy, if you had seen him, you would've gotten the inspiration to make a character from his well-sculpted face."

You raised a brow and let out a snortle, "We went here because a hot owner caught your attention? I should've gone with you then." You played along and couldn't help but laugh at your friend's reason for dining out a distance away from her studio office.

Like middle schoolers, you both giggled as Mai continued her story of the dashing Onigiri restaurant owner with her witty play of words. You never had any interest in dating; however, you still bid no mind to your friend's fawning over pretty men who would unlikely pay attention to either of them.

"That owner you're talking about might not visit his restaurant, Mai."

"I know, silly! But I do wonder what that work of art does outside his work."

Osamu is a very patient man. May it be through his responsibility of running an Onigiri business, or may it be just a simple waiting in line at the subway station of Tokyo, the male wouldn't lose his temper nor be frustrated over such trivial things.

But when his exhausted figure slugged inside the comforts of his home and found the living room all trashed with empty bottles of energy drinks and bags of chips, Osamu was finally at his breaking point.

"Atsumu, you mother-fucker... COME DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!" He burst out, calling out his twin brother's name as he began picking up the trashes scattered throughout his coffee table and his lawson couch. His ears caught the sound of loud footsteps thumping on the wooden-tiled floor as he could immediately tell that it was a certain someone who came down the stairs.

A bed of ruffled blonde hair popped out of the stairway as a certain setter casually jumps into the scene of the untidy crime, walking towards the other twin with open arms.

"Welcome home, Samu! Did your staff make a mistake in the newly-opened shop back at Shinjuku? You look a bit frustrated right now-"

Atsumu stopped himself once he noticed his twin brother standing over the mess he forgot to clean up. His arms dropped to the side while his chocolate eyes shifted over to Osamu's annoyed expression, "Okay. This time, I absolutely forgot to clean up." The male tried to explain himself.

The quiet one of the two shook his head in disapproval, sighing out and pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his fiery nerves. "I found this apartment, Tsumu. I think it's best for the both of us if you could finally get your own place." He stated, hearing the slight choke coming from his brother's throat.

"WHAT?! What made you think that this would be the best for the both of us, Samu?" Atsumu protested, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as to why his brother would suggest that sort of idea.

Osamu raised his hand and lifted three of his fingers to his twin's eye level. "First, you sometimes disrupt my sleep whenever you'd bring your flings at home," He stated and didn't bother to let the other speak their mind about the issue at hand as he continued his statement of reasons. "Second, you'd sometimes forget to do your lists of chores and often lie that you didn't do them because you were tired from training." He paused for a moment, thinking of a third reason until it clicked in the back of his mind.

"Lastly, you're a 23 professional athlete, who makes a lot of money than what I usually make, and yet, you're living with your twin brother."

Atsumu stared at Osamu as he crossed his arms, "So? You'll kick me out if I don't move out of your place?" He derided, his voice mostly holding a hint of teasing as he knew his brother wouldn't act so rashly over those reasons.

Oh, was the male so wrong.

"Yes, Tsumu. I'm kicking you out."

#haikyuu x you #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#atsumu is a cutie #atsumu fluff #atsumubrainrot #atsumu fic #atsumu x female reader #msby atsumu #atsumu miya #hq atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #msby sakusa #msby #miya osamu #ishiwrites #haikyuu fic

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parkersjiggle · 4 years

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I have a starker prompt! Person A is in love with Person B. Person A thinks it's hopeless cause they're just friends. Person A doesn't realize that Person B returns his feelings. People around them refer to Person B as his boyfriend and he thinks they're just teasing him until one day he realizes that everyone thinks they're actually in a relationship. Including Person B. This whole time Person B just thought they were taking things slow. Up to you which is Peter and which is Tony.

Hi! Thanks for the prompt! It’s my first time ever writing/posting my work so I hope I didn’t disappoint, also English isn’t my first language but that shouldn’t be a problem.

“Hey Tony!” Peter practically yelled, tossing his backpack in the air and shooting a web to pin it against the wall. Tony always pretended to be annoyed at this even though he secretly found it pretty funny.

“Sweetheart, you know you can just place your backpack on the couch? You‘re capable of that right?” He replied amused and winked at the young man.

Peter instantly went red “y-yeah um I, I- know it’s just more fun this way” he flinched at his own awkwardness and resisted the urge to hide his face. That’s been happening a lot recently. He didn’t quite understand where all the pet names were coming from all of a sudden but damn he wasn’t complaining. Peter risked a glance at the man, standing and petting Dum-E’s head, and smiled, quickly looking back down to hide his scarlet cheeks.

It was truly unfair though. Tony was in a white tank top, the fabric clinging to his muscles in all the right places and his hair was a little tousled and sweaty. “How can a person be this freaking hot?” he thought. But that wasn’t the only thing that attracted him to Tony, oh no, it was also his sense of humor, his intelligence, his kindness, his generosity, his ambitions, his sarcasm, his strength, the way he carried himself, the soft and real smiles he only showed to a select amount of people... yeah he was in deep. Maybe if it was only Tony’s looks that made Peter’s knees a useless sack of jello, he could’ve gotten over him a long time ago. At the end of the day there were a lot of attractive people, but that doesn’t mean you have to be in love with them right? But no, he just had to be in love with a man he could never have. Hopeless. That’s what it was. For now though he decidedly catalogues that pet name in his mind so he can unravel it over and over again when he’s laying in bed later.

Peter blinked and shook himself from his stupor “uh anyways, what’ve you got for me to work on today, Tony?”. Calling Mr Stark by his first name was another thing he’s been getting used to, but the man sat him down a few weeks ago and insisted that now he really couldn’t have it if Peter still called him Mr. Stark and to please please please with a cherry on top call him Tony. To be fair everything from that conversation was a little fuzzy to him since he got stabbed on patrol that day and Tony had cried and yelled and hugged and softened all at once. He couldn’t quite grasp why suddenly it was so important to call him Tony now since it kind of became an inside joke between them, but I guess logically at some point it had to come to an end and how could Peter refuse anyway? He liked the familiarity that came with it. It made him feel more like an equal.

“Uh actually, Pete, I thought we could head upstairs and watch a movie together? You know, leave the lab for once. I’ve got popcorn and I’m pretty sure Nat and Cap will want to join us too.” Peter frowned and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Tony wanted to watch a movie with him? He actually suggested to leave the lab in order to do something mundane and domestic? What was going on... Tony mistook Peter’s silence and confusion for hesitation and quickly added “I mean we don’t have to. We can just work on your web-“

“No! No, I mean I would love to. I’d like that actually.” Oh God he sounded way too eager. “Might be a nice change of scenery” he concluded, trying to be a little more casual about it.

Tony‘s lips twitched reassuringly at the other brunette “Let’s go then, darling.” a warm feeling spread all over him and it tenfolded when Tony actually grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together to guide him up the stairs.

“Go sit, I’ll pop the corn. Save me a seat next to you, kay?” Tony asked as he walked off towards the kitchen, not really expecting an answer. Peter mumbled a “yeah” under his breath anyway. He stood there for a good minute just smiling to himself.

“Hey spiderbaby, come sit” Nat had a knowing smirk on her face as she lifted her legs off the couch so she could sit more upright and make room for the two. Peter tried to scold his features into a look of indifference even if he realized it was probably useless already. What was the point in faking it in front of a super spy who could probably see through Peter as if he’s actually transparent.

When they both settled on the couch Natasha’s eyes snapped up from the tv and she frowned slightly as she tilted her head at Peter “So, how’s the boyfriend doing? He treating you good or do I have to go all assassin on him?”

Peter felt his cheeks warm up and shifted a bit as he let out a dramatic sigh “I really wish you would stop teasing me with that, you know? I just.. He doesn’t even li- Oh God he’s coming over. Ssht!” he lost his train of thought and pretended to be very invested in whatever was going on with his sleeves. Natasha looked a little puzzled at his reaction but decided not to say anything.

“Guess what? Popcorn AND pizza. How awesome am I?“ Peter finally lifted his gaze and stared at him with what could only be described as exasperated fondness. “You’re okay I guess”

“Hey now” Tony wagged a finger in Peter’s direction as he flopped down closely next to Peter “I’m feeding you, the least you could do is feed my ego in return” Tony joked, giving Peter a halfhearted glare that Peter rolled his eyes at as he grabbed a handful of popcorn.

Peter hurriedly swallowed the bite he’d been chewing and somehow mustered the courage to look into Tony’s whiskey colored eyes. “Okay then. You’re pretty great- no, scratch that, you’re really great. You’re the best actually. And I just-“

“PLEASE, I beg of you, stop the flirting already. I’m trying to enjoy my movie and this is more painful than any torture technique I’ve ever experimented with.” Natasha interrupted Peter’s rambling.

Peter’s first instinct was to deflect and deny. He wanted to say that he was simply complementing, stating the truth even, but definitely not flirting. Any protesting however was quickly forgotten when Tony pulled Peter’s blanketed form across his lap, smushing Peter’s cheek against Tony’s thigh as he gently ran his fingers through Peter’s messy chocolate locks. “Oh Nat, don’t be jealous. I’m sure you’ll find someone someday” he didn’t face Nat though, simply grinning down at the younger man in his lap.

Peter couldn’t believe his ears and it only got more confusing and complicated when Nat spoke next “No, in all seriousness, I’m really happy for you two. You’re great together and you’re changing each other for the better. I mean Peter, you’re more giggly and joyeus than ever and Tony you’re actually taking breaks more often, eating when you’re supposed to... it’s good that you’re dating”

“You’re right”

“WHAT?”

They spoke at the same time and suddenly Tony’s eyebrows furrowed as Peter pulled his head out of Tony’s lap. “What’s wrong?” He questioned with a hint of concern in his voice.

“What do you mean “what’s wrong”? You’re not weirded out or anything?” Peter’s eyes were comically large.

“Why would I be weirded out? Wait- don’t you think we’re... you don’t think we’re good together? Do you want to break up with me or something?” Tony’s eyes were a little glossy and he started fidgeting with a pillow next to him.

Natasha took that as her cue to leave, silently as ever, not that Peter would’ve noticed anything either way. “Break up? What? I- how- I mean? We’re... we’re dating?”

“Are you kidding me? I call you sweetheart and darling all the time. I look at you like you’re my entire world, which you are by the way, and I- I mean I thought we were just taking it slow, but you... you really didn’t know? What did you think we were doing?” He sounded a lot lighter and he could even start to see the hilarity of the situation. “We had a whole ass conversation about this. I said I couldn’t waste any more time pining over you and not being with you, since in our line of work every day could be our last. Were you not there or something? Cause I’m pretty sure I wasn’t talking to myself though but then again-“

“You mean when I GOT STABBED? I think there was a lot of blood loss going on at that moment!” Tony winced at the reminder. “Fuck... just shut up and kiss me already, you idiot”.

And Tony did.

#starker #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #stabbing #didn’t know they were dating #starkerprompt #ironspider #fluff #angst #Peter Parker needs a hug #Tony Stark needs a hug #hurt/comfort #Peter is like 20 in this idk #tooth-rotting fluff #peter parker/tony stark

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aot-snk-4238 · 3 years

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SNK Meta Part 2: Ymir

In my previous post, I talked about my feelings regarding Historia's character this final arc. Now I'm going to talk about Ymir, her relationship with Historia, and my feelings about her send-off.

Was Ymir a good character?

In my eyes, yes. When she was first introduced, it was clear that she had feelings for Historia, making her one of the only canon queer characters in the series (assuming Historia reciprocated those feelings, which I'm pretty sure she did). She also appeared very snarky and cynical, but us readers came to learn later on that there was a much softer, sensitive side to her deep down that Historia would be the first to witness. These revelations, including her backstory, helped flesh out her character in a way that made her very interesting and mysterious for me. I especially loved how sharp and intuitive she was. I'm going to quote the wiki on this part, because I think it does a great job explaining her impressive observant abilities. "Ymir was extremely perceptive and could discern the nature of the people around her with alarming accuracy, such as Historia's martyrdom mentality, Reiner's split personality disorder, and Sasha Blouse's desire to look good in front of her peers by hiding her native accent and developing an extremely formal way of speaking. Due to her experiences and belief in self-pride, she tended to rudely criticize people for being untrue to themselves. Furthermore, Ymir was very reasonable, as she knew what to do during her kidnapping situation and reconsidered her options to accomplish her goals." I also enjoyed her interactions with other characters besides Historia. Take Connie, for example. When he lamented over the possibility of his mother being stuck as a mindless titan, Ymir tried to distract him, albeit not in the most appropriate way (ch. 38).

Connie complained about this behavior later on, but Historia defended her, explaining that she was only trying to stray his thoughts from that traumatic discovery. There were a few more moments between these two that were fun to see as well.

😂😂😂. Ymir's looking at him like, "You ruined it, Connie..."

I love the way she pats him on the head. Knowing how much taller Connie's gotten I don't think she'd be able to do that anymore.

This becomes one of the many times that Connie calls her "ugly" when she's in her titan form. Too bad she couldn't talk very well as a titan or else she probably would have had a smartass remark to throw back at him. It's looking back on scenes like this where I wish we could have gotten more out of these two. You can tell she cared for Connie and I know he also cared in his own way.

We only saw her together with Eren once when Reiner and Bertholdt captured them, but it was very interesting to see their perceptions of each other.

Eren found Ymir to be mysterious and wasn't sure if he could trust her, which isn't surprising considering this was the only time they ever spoke to each other. One detail that he couldn't miss, however, was Ymir's undying determination to protect Historia, a goal they would both come to share later on. Meanwhile, Ymir couldn't trust Eren because she found him to be too reckless and hot-headed.

These were my favorite qualities from Ymir, although to this day I still question the rationality of leaving Historia behind considering the situation she's currently in. Historia herself called her an idiot after reading her goodbye letter. Now that I've covered my reasons for liking Ymir as a character, let's move on to her relationship with Historia.

Ymir and Historia

I've loved these two together since the beginning for their complex and amusing dynamic. On the surface, you had the selfish, confrontational tomboy and the girly, kind and beautiful goddess. But underneath were two young women who were dealt a dirty hand early in their life and lead empty lives as a result until they found each other. Their story arcs throughout the Clash of the Titans arc were beautiful and complimentary, and it's part of the reason why it's actually my favorite story arc in the series. Everything from Ymir seeing through Historia's charade and urging her to live her life with pride to Historia telling Ymir her real name and the two of them fighting side by side in chapter 49 was some of the most empowering moments for me and I will forever cherish those parts of the story.

Ymir's departure

And now the part I've been most excited to talk about! Ymir's glorious, memorable and emotional departure.

Her ending...was not what I expected it to be. She left Historia at the very last second and gave herself away to the enemy because she felt guilty for something that was not her fault. Now as we know, Ymir is selfless at heart and she felt indebted to Reiner and Bertholdt for inadvertently helping her return to her human form after 60 years of wandering the earth as a mindless titan. She also decided that Historia might be safe after all after learning that Eren possessed the coordinate. I understand all of that, but what I don't understand is...well...everything else.

This was Ymir's last real appearance. We see that Ymir has willingly chosen to accompany Reiner and Bertholdt back to Marley to give up her titan powers at the cost of her life. Many people weren't so sure if that was truly the last of her though, because her death was not explicitly confirmed for a long time. We spend the next 33 chapters hoping to get something more, and then this happens...

A glimmer of hope. Finally there's a real chance we'll hear from her again, and it's got a lot of people buzzing with excitement. Sure enough, we finally get to see what's in that letter a few chapters later and are given Ymir's backstory. Here's where the disappointing part comes, though. Ymir makes it clear at the beginning of her letter that she will be dead by the time Historia receives it, meaning that this is the only goodbye they're gonna get. The last time they saw each other, Ymir wasn't even in human form. Instead of a proper goodbye, all we get is a short letter. The anime even tried to fix this by giving us Ymir's backstory earlier, but by doing that, her letter was cut short by a lot. All that was really left was, "Hi babe, sorry I left you like that. Oh well, I'm about to die anyway. Sorry we couldn't get married." And then this happened:

Historia touches Ymir's letter and is suddenly bombarded with visions of Ymir's past, including her chained up and about to be eaten. That is definitely not what happened in the manga and its honestly very confusing to me. How was she able to see all of that just by touching the letter? I get that she has royal blood and was able to access memories when she touched Eren, but Eren is a human who just so happens to possess the founding titan. The letter is just a piece of paper. Also, I'm guessing the last thing Historia saw was Ymir chained up so that there will be no need to bring her up again like Reiner and Porco did in chapter 93. I don't blame the anime team for making that change because I'll be honest, when we saw that one panel of her in her death chamber it felt very out of nowhere and I had a hard time concentrating on the rest of the chapter after that. So here are my main problems with her death:

1. It was off-screen

If I recall correctly, Ymir is the only major character in the series whose death was off-screen. All we got were her final moments, and there wasn't even any dialogue. That part especially bothered me because you can see that Ymir and Porco are looking at each other and Ymir's mouth is slightly open, implying that she's speaking. But what was she saying? You seriously don't mean to tell me that they both just sat there and stared at each other the whole time. She must have had some last words, but for some reason we never got to know what they were. At one point I even thought that Historia and Porco might cross paths at some point and he would be able to give her closure that way but no. No closure, just a last minute goodbye letter and a glimpse of her final moments that I now consider completely useless and unnecessary because we never got more out of it. I mean really, we even got closure and an on-screen death for Marco for crying out loud. Why give him that kind of attention and not Ymir? Not to mention one of the more recent guidebooks. Her character has the diceased sticker and it talks about how she went back to Marley with Reiner and Bert, but that's it. Not even the guidebook makes it clear what happened next. Yeah she died, but did anything else happen before then? That's what I wish we could have gotten more details on like, I don't know....her final words???

2. It was anticlimactic

We didn't get enough focus on Ymir's point of view after leaving Paradis in order for her death to have any kind of lasting emotional impact. As I mentioned above, it just felt out of place and messy. There was nothing memorable about her death either. It was quite simple and boring.

3. It contributed to an ongoing literary issue that has anti-LGBTQ roots

Yep. I'm talking about the infamous Bury Your Gays trope. Now before I go any further, I am not accusing Isayama of being anti-LGBTQ, I'm just shedding some light on something that's been continuously repeated in countless forms of media, not just anime and manga. Truthfully, I hadn't heard about this trope before reading Attack on Titan, but when I did hear about it, it only made Ymir's death even worse for me. I'm not surprised that it exists and I realize that this is a manga where death is inevitable, but keeping both women alive in the end would have certainly been very refreshing. At this point, all I could ask for is that Ymir and Historia get to see each other one last time. Obviously since Ymir is dead it will have to be through other means and I don't care how it's done. It can be in a dream, a vision or through Paths (which I think would work best). Seriously, there's nothing I've been more curious about than how Ymir would react to Hisu's current predicament and what she would say to her. It would just be great for them to have one last conversation face to face because for me, the letter just wasn't enough. Of course I'm hoping for too much, though. We've only got 1-2% of the story remaining, leaving no room for further closure. It's disappointing and frustrating, but no story is perfect. I'm grateful for the content that we did get, but I hope one day I can find a story like this one where the queer characters get to live for once. I'm aware of other shows like Steven Universe, Adventure Time and Yuri on Ice that give them good endings, but those shows are much friendlier towards younger audiences and aren't nearly as dark and grim.

Conclusion

Ymir was a very intriguing character while we had her, but her death was unsatisfactory and only left us with more questions. I am not going to trash Isayama for it, but I will leave this critique here so I can unload all my thoughts for others to read if they wish, or possibly share their own thoughts. We are coming close to the end of the manga, so now would be a great time to reflect on what we read and enjoy what's left of it.

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elenajohansenreads · 3 years

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Books I Read in 2021

#55 - All In: Double or Nothing, by Lane Hart

Mount TBR: 52/100

Rating: 1/5 stars

I finished this solely because it was a constant train wreck and I wanted to see how the love triangle/menage crashed out in the end. It was not a good book, it did not have a good plot or good characters, and while I have no objection to indulging in a smut-fest for its own sake, honestly, the copious sex scenes weren't great either.

First, it can't decide if it's a menage romance or a love triangle, and in trying to split the difference, you end up with a lot of really awkward dynamics. Our heroine comes off as being a selfish, indecisive idiot who doesn't mind hurting these two men with her dithering, while Heroes #1 and #2, who were best friends before this woman entered their lives, are reduced to constant fighting (both with words and physical violence) about which one of them is going to "win" her. It's gross all around.

Second, it utterly fails at being a love triangle if that's what it really means to be, because Heroes #1 and #2 are basically indistinguishable from each other. Sure, they have different names, and are introduced with different hair colors on the heads that top their identical muscle-bound bodies. Okay, fine, they're both super hot, but they talk the same way, they both bond with the heroine in basically the same way--lots and lots of sex, and very little talking--and they're both immature jerks trying to one-up the other until the heroine finally decides on one of them. (To be slightly more fair, one of them is supposed to be a little more sweet, while the other is supposed to be a little more "caveman," but the difference between them only matters briefly at the beginning, then dissolves into no real difference at all when they both decide to be idiots about the whole situation.)

Third, the heroine's backstory is over-the-top tragic but doesn't actually matter, because the story isn't at all about any trauma she's suffered. I guess it's supposed to be a reason to pity her and let her get away with this awful behavior? But I don't buy that, and on a larger scale, it's Problematique (TM) to have your young heroine be traumatized and abused and a sex worker, and then make her a complete nympho in her personal life, because that says to me that, as a character, she's so damaged that the only way she can connect with someone is through sex, as a substitute for love, and that's not at all what this story is about! The narrative claims she's falling in love with both dudes, and the plot doesn't deal with her past in any significant way or show her growing as a person.

Fourth, the dudes are also pretty problematic, because one is a cop who meets the heroine when he responds to her car accident, and he immediately goes full-pervert and nearly drools on her while he's supposed to be doing his job. And then hits on her and asks her out while he's giving her a ride in his squad car. NO NO NO. Second dude is a little better when he first meets her, except they're at a bar (where she's supposed to be meeting dude #1, but he's late) and when she admits to being twenty, so she can't drink, he buys her a drink! Illegal! And then it's not entirely clear at first how drunk or sober she is when she bangs him later that night, until afterward when she's puking her guts up in his bathroom...so she definitely wasn't sober enough to consent to sex. Hero #2 got an underage woman drunk and took her home to bang her, and that's not what I want to see in my romantic leads.

Fifth, the plot makes no sense. There's very little of it, because this is smut, so I didn't expect much to string together the many sex scenes, but this plot? Makes no sense. There's actual cheating going on before the three of them enter the menage stage of the relationship, but instead of that being a deal-breaker for the cheated-upon party, they go for a shared-custody sort of situation and the shenanigans begin. Nobody acts in a way that makes any sense, except, notably, late in the story when the heroine is pissed that her men paid off her school tuition without asking her first, and they were boggled that she was angry. That was just about the only set of emotional reactions to anything in the whole story that felt genuine, because yes, they were being controlling when they thought they were being helpful, so of course they were confused by her anger.

Sixth--I won't spoil what the ending actually is, just in case anyone who gets this far in my review does honestly still want to read this book, but I will say that I was not satisfied by it.

I'm glad this was a freebie, I'm sorry I wasted a few hours reading it, and I won't be reading anything else by this author.

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Byler prompt: the boys are trying to immitate their older siblings by lamely attempting to hunt a monster and spend the whole time trying to convince themselves they're not hopelessly in love (in the end they're happy and gay) they're also super bad at monster hunting but think they're great.

Losing Our Minds (Byeler One-Shot) I remember the first morning I woke up and didn’t know where I was. The blood raced through my body like a torrent and I broke out into a violent cold sweat. The room was dark and the musty smell polluted every shaking breath. The sketches hung on the wall of horrific creatures made my blood run cold. I noticed my mouth hanging open as if I were going to say something. A name lingered at my trembling lips like a sweet aftertaste. My brain felt like it was being crushed in a vice grip. It was like my body was petrified with fear and yet my mind was slipping through my shivering fingers. Urgency banged at my ribcage with every shallow breath, begging me to flee, and still the fear couldn’t fill my fading thoughts. My mentality was failing so quickly it never even occurred to me to wonder why. I mindlessly stared at the yellow wall. Or was it blue? Was blue the color of leaves? As I struggled to remember exactly what a leaf was, I finally blacked out. That’s when I saw it.

I woke up in the upside down, grasping at the ash shrouded ground as I gasped for a breath of toxic air. As I wheezed I felt a hot pain dripping down the back of my neck. I slowed brought my hand to my neck, sliding it across the slippery coat of blood until it hit something hard. A parasite with teeth like dull knives had sunk its mouthful of long fangs into my neck and latched onto my spine. My eyes grew wide with terror, stinging dryly in the poison air. I did the only thing I could think to do and sat up only to painful slam myself back to the ground. I felt the teeth of the creature tickling the sides of the holes it had pierced in my flesh as it pulled out of my muscles to let out a deafening screech of pain. Quickly, I pulled at the muscles of my abdomen and they burned from how out of shape I was, then I quickly threw myself down again, the heavy impact throbbing in my brain. The creature detached and I dizzily scrambled to my feet, flurries of dust puffing up from the ground in clouds. I spun around to examine the monster. It looked like a bug-eyed platypus with skin stretched so tight it could have been a fossil. Its ghastly head was much too large for its shriveled body and it was a pale ashy color aside from the ruby red blood that dripped down its horrific teeth and dribbled down its chin as it snarled at me. Suddenly I became aware of the crimson river flowing down my neck, and I only had so much time before I would faint and wake up back home in my room. How could I have forgotten my room? And the name I was going to call out. It was coming back to me.Mike. I spun around and sprinted with all the strength I could muster. I had to get away from this creature before there was nothing left of me but a body.

“We have to kill it,” Mike insisted, no sign of emotion on his motionless face. He turned to me with fire in his eyes, “We have to kill it before it kills you,” Mike elaborated as he crushed my icy fingers in his heated grip. My energy disappeared into weak fear as I imagined facing that deadly creature again, and a shiver ran down my spine at the memory of my life running down my back in lethal drops of scarlet.

Fat drops of salty water welled in my helpless eyes as I whispered to Mike, “You don’t know what it was like.” I blinked and the wet tears tickled my cheeks as they fled down my face. “I-” I shook my head, attempting to begin again, “I don’t think it was going to kill me.”

“What do you mean?” Mike asked gently as he moved his face closer to mine. I could smell the fresh minty toothpaste on his morning breath as the humidity of it prickled my face. I fluttered my eyes to clear my vision and he was so close I could see each individual pore in his face. I could have counted his freckles. I took a deep breath as I tried to think how to explain something I didn’t even understand.

“The Thought Eater,” came out of my mouth before I was even aware of it. My eyes widened in realization and my pulse rapidly began banging on my chest like a prisoner. The Thought Eater was a monster in Dungeons and Dragons. It fed on thoughts and its favorite snack was psionic abilities. Here I was, Will the wise with True Sight that allowed me to pass freely between the Upside Down and home, always existing in both but only aware in one. The Thought Eater was feeding on me from the Upside Down, even while I was in my room, sitting on my bed and talking to Mike.

The next thing I knew I was out on Mirkwood all alone. I couldn’t remember how I had gotten there or where I was supposed to be going. I felt skittish as my head flew around me, looking for a clue. I felt something on my back and my heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe as I jumped, startled by the sudden and unforeseen seen fear.

“Hey, you okay?” Mike asked, pulling me out of my panic as I turned to see my friend with his supportive hand on my back. His eyebrows pulled close together and his lips gaped just slightly as he looked at my ghastly face.

I shook my head as if to clear it. “Yeah,” I lied as my body began to calm. I walked down the street next to Mike, feeling as though my legs may buckle under me at any moment. “What are you wearing?” I laughed, trying to make light of the situation as I observed the cold of the oversized black leather jacket he wore. The sleeves came down too far, just past the heel of his hands, and it slumped over his shoulders like an old lazy cat.

“It’s leather,” Mike defended. “I thought it might be too thick for the Thought Eater.” He self-consciously pulled the sleeves over his palms.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his overzealous preparation for monster hunting. “You’re an idiot,” I teased, smiling up at the sharp angles of his face.

“Be positive,” Mike commanded, a small smile playing at the corner of his smooth young lips.

“Okay, I’m positive that you’re an idiot,” I replied, my face nearly in pain as my muscles stretched around the huge grin of pride on my face. To my delight, Mike’s eyes lit up like candles at night as he laughed with me.

In a blink, I was standing in the middle of a clearing I didn’t recognize. The grass below my feet was dead. Mike calmly marched around the circumference with a rusty tin of petrol, dumping copious amounts of fuel on the ground. Once he had emptied the entire gallon he carelessly tossed the prism container out into the trees, clapping his hands against each other like erasers as he stumbled over the uneven ground and approached me. I could smell the gasoline on his hands and laced in his clothing and hair as he grabbed my shoulders and asked, “Do you remember the plan?” The gasoline made me feel woozy as I drowsily looked up at Mike’s determined expression.

I wasn’t even sure what I told him as the next moment he was violently holding me from behind and holding an old wet handkerchief over my mouth and nose. A sickly sweet smell polluted my senses and I felt like my body was shutting down and I desperately grabbed at Mike’s strong arms to pull them away. My muscles grew weak and I no longer felt the ability to fight back. I dropped my aching arms and Mike carefully laid my tired body on the ground, continuing to hold the soaked rag to my face. I timidly looked up into Mike’s eyes where his dark brown curls began to droop into his face, terrified and unsure why he was doing this. Worse I had the undeniable feeling like I had forgotten something. Something important.

I opened my eyes, wide awake, and there was that feeling again, like my thoughts were just slipping away. I didn’t stop to think why the sky had grown so dark or what this place was that I had woken up in where ash and decay were the norm. I grew distracted by a grey flake floating past my face. I felt cold and numb. Or was it hot? What was hot again? I began to sneeze. That was the thing where your lungs burn, right? I couldn’t see because the air was too thick to inhale, and I fell to my elbows of my legs becoming a mindless shell of what was once William Byers.

I gasped in the smoky air, sitting up quickly. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead from the heat of the fire surrounding me. I looked out and saw the black silhouette of my messiah against the raging tall flames of glowing orange. I uncontrollably coughed again as the black smoke swirled in my lungs. The dark figure walked toward me and I couldn’t help feeling I had forgotten something important. My face became wet as the features of the boy came into my view. Why was my face wet? Why did my stomach flip as he came nearer? Was he dangerous? The tension in his set jaw and his furious eyes terrified me. I tried to back away, flailing my hands and feet to push my body away, but I was trapped in this ring of fire. He grabbed my shoulder with painful force and flipped open a shiny pocket knife as he rounded my back. I winced as I prepared for him to murder me and was horrified when deafening shriek rang in my ears, vibrating my brain to the point I thought I would explode.

I felt the hot blood racing down my back as the creature released me and scurried into the center of the burning circled with a knife sticking out of its back. My eyes widened as my consciousness came flooding back. I was paralyzed on the ground with fear, knowing that parasite had consumed my mind and nearly erased me. I brought it here. This was the plan. Mike put me under so I could let it hunt me, latch onto me, and when I woke up we would trap it in a ring of fire, and kill it. I pushed myself to my feet with my sore limbs and stood next to Mike to face the creature of nightmares. It limped where the knife stuck through its boney figure as it cautiously backed away from the two of us. It snarled, blood raining off its bill into a pool on the ground as we began moving to opposite sides to corner it. Panicked, the Thought Eater charged at Mike. It leapt into his face and I was powerless to stop as his feet came out from under him and he landed on his back, wincing in pain as he struggled to hold the gnarling monster at bay. I pounded my feet into the trodden ground trying to get to him, sweat from the heat pouring down my face in drops and matting my hair to my sticky forehead. I watched on helplessly as the terror opened its big bill and sank its enormous teeth into Mike’s neck. I pushed on faster, the taste of copper bleeding into the back of my throat. My lungs felt like they were being pricked by a thousand needles and I couldn’t breathe, and still I pushed forward. I got to the scene and realized I didn’t have any weapons; I didn’t know what to do. I hopelessly watched it feeding on Mike’s thoughts. He looked at me like he didn’t know me and I shattered. I angrily grabbed the handle of the knife and ripped it out of the Thought Eater’s back. It didn’t bleed. The creature was completely lifeless inside. I screamed as I jammed the knife into the back of its titanic head and it immediately released Mike to screech out in pain. I pulled up on the knife, carrying the parasite by the blade where it was impaired, and mindlessly held it out into the wall of fire. The Thought Eater’s shrill shrieking as it burned brought tears to my eyes and the scent of its burning flesh was nauseating. The metal handle of the knife began to heat up and it was burning the palm of my hand, and still I refused to stop until I was sure it was dead. The creature finally silenced and I watched the last traces of its shriveled skin drip off the cartoonish skull that hung from the knife. Finally, I screamed and dropped the remnants into the fire, falling to my knee’s and gripping my wrist as I examined my blistering hand.

“Mike?” I called out. The adrenaline had finally melted away with the monster and I was left with the horror of everything I had been through in the last 24 hours. “Mike!” I yelled out desperately. Did it kill him? I moved to look around me to try to see where he was when a tall figure walked around from behind me and knelt down before me. I looked up into his deep brown eyes where the reflection of the fire burned and lost it. I began sobbing as I rammed my head into his hard chest and he wrapped his leather-clad arms around me. I cradled my burnt hand between us as I swung the other around his waist to grip at a fistful of the dark tee shirt he wore under his jacket.

“Shhh,” Mike hushed as he pushed the wet hair out of my face and cradled my head to his chest. “It’s all over now.” I could tell he was just as scared as I was, but Mike would always channel his emotions into his caring actions. Mike’s slender fingers traced down my jaw until they found my damp chin and he tilted my face slightly upward. Carefully he placed a gentle kiss on my sweaty forehead before pulling my entire body closer to his. Our chests collided and I slowed my breathing to meet his. The front of his shirt grew damp in the excruciating heat of the fire and all I could smell was authentic Mike. It intoxicated my thoughts and calmed me more with every inhale.

“Mike?” I asked, finally looking up at him. A bead of sweat was sliding down his cheekbones like it was a waterfall and the curls on his forehead were pasted to his face. The rest of his dark mop was disheveled and tangled. He looked up at me with soft expectation. “We’re not very good at this, are we?”

“What makes you say that?” He questioned.

“Well did you bring anything to put out the fire?” I quizzed. Realization passed over his face when he understood that we had trapped ourselves until the fuel burned out. Wordlessly he pushed off the heavy leather jacket, tossing it to the side. He never took his rich eyes away from mine as he began to pull the drenched black tee shirt over his head, inch by inch revealing the tight pale skin of his flat stomach underneath. Mike sat up on his knees so that he towered over me, scooting himself so close I could feel his hot breath drying the moist sweat on my face. My air hitched in my throat as he placed his hands on my shoulders and began pushing off the blue flannel I wore, his face grew so close that our wet foreheads were stuck together as he pulled the sleeves off my sticky wrists. Our mouths were so close I could feel Mike breathing me to life in every inhale. His hands grabbed the hem of my white tee shirt and I felt the electricity pulse through me as his fingers brushed the bare skin of my hips. He began sliding the fabric up my sides, vitalizing my senses with elation. I lifted my arms into the air so he could pull the damp tee shirt over my head. As Mike tossed the shirt aside, I noticed that the back had been stained crimson with blood and a shiver ran down my spine. Mike laid down on his side, pulling me by the hand to join him. Timidly, I turned myself over on the dead grass next to him. I felt Mike’s hot sticky chest press up against my back as he wrapped a protective arm around my stomach. It was excruciatingly hot and our sweat was pooling at every point of contact, yet I felt calm. My exhaustion from the day was beginning to make my eyes droop with drowsy weight.

I woke up shivering. I was freezing and understood why when I opened my eyes to the black night. The fire was gone and the only light came from the bright moon and the stars littered across the cool night sky. I turned over in Mike’s arms to find that he was still comfortably asleep. His delicate eyes and his soft lips looked so fragile under the deep blue sky. His chest was coated with dried blood from the back of my neck where the Thought Eater had latched on. He looked so beautiful.

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